Twenty years ago...
"Welcome back to 'Good night with Summer Lowell', we have here with us tonight a star whose light had shone for us since he was a teenager. You may remember him because he was the lead voice of the beloved group 'Dazzle proximity'. Please welcome... Carlisle Cullen!" The blond presenter turned to her right, where a very handsome thirty-something man was sitting and waving to the audience who was clapping and catcalling enthusiastically.
"Hello, hellooo!" Carlisle screamed and the audience went crazy, probably because the majority of them were fans of DP since their teen years and one had to admit Carlisle still had that touch.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Miss Summer Lowell, who was known by her incisive questions and her underhanded ways to get the truth out of her guests, led the interview to where she believed was the juicy dirt on Carlisle Cullen.
"So Carlisle, a little birdie told me you were considering retirement." The buxom blonde host asked. You could see in her eyes she had something else under her sleeve. Well, maybe under the tiny strap of her dress.
"Yes. This will be my last appearance in public." Carlisle said with a wistful smile. The audience screamed their disapproval.
"Aww." Was Summer's reaction. She gave the audience a sympathetic smile first, but then her face turned blank. "So it may have something to do with the fact that your act alone isn't quite as successful as 'Dazzle proximity' was, right?" She gave now a smug look to the audience.
Carlisle was well adapted to such displays, she wasn't the first ruthless interviewer who was looking for the dirt on the group. "Well, it doesn't feel the same to be alone on stage. I tried to get the legacy of DP alive, but life gets in the way. As you know I'm gonna become a father this summer." The audience screamed in joy. "I can't put my whole attention and devotion to my career when I got someone else to think about." Now Carlisle was the one with the smug smile and the audience loved it.
"And what about Miss Elizabeth Masen, are we going to hear wedding bells soon?"
The crowd was wild with catcalls and whistles. Elizabeth Masen was one of the few top models who were still ruling the catwalk in their thirties.
"Oh, you know I can't tell you that! She will have my hide if I share our plans. Everybody knows better than to make the future mother of your child angry. It never turns out right."
The crowd roared with laughter.
"But you're going to sing us the last song, right?"
"Of course," Carlisle said, standing up and taking the microphone someone dropped behind him. "So, this was our most loved song. We really pour our hearts whenever we sang it. So for you girls... Clarity!"
Hi!
This will be a short story so it won't interfere with my other WIPs and it's the fruit of a dare.
This came to me while I was at a bar with a few friends when a song called 'Claridad' (clarity) came on. It's a cover from the 70s made by the boyband 'Menudo', that you may not know, but it was a huge hit in latin America (they were really big for years). Well, the song has a choreography that everybody still dances (embarrassing, I know). I can tell you there were lots of alcohol involved because my one and only friend from work who knows that I write, dared me to write a story using the song. So, while I didn't think anything about the words, the bar was displaying images of the group in all their 70's spandex glory. So I thought... what if Carlisle was the one in the group? How Edward, his son, would act?
So, most of the story will be told from Edward's POV, but we may have others POV.
Here's the youtube link to the video of the song, in case you have curiosity about the song, the spandex or the choreography:
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